Tuesday, 23 March 2010

to stop and stare and wonder


  1. !!!!!!!!!!!!


    nu pot sa cred!!!!!!!!!

    iubita mea...

  2. I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
    We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
    And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
    Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

    A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
    Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
    Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
    For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!

    I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
    Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
    Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
    Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!


  3. Your picture took me to another world, one that I once knew, half as tangible truth and half created in my mind and heart. It was a world of freedom, vaste spaces... a car running between green fields that embraced and welcomed beautiful and fragile but, oh such strong wild birds. Happy me in that car, watching in an awe day after day white and grey wing-pictures on green canvas.
    I love that world, I miss that world and yet, I forget so easily!

    Thank you for taking me back, thank you for reminding me of myself.
    Thank you for sharing yourself once again - an unexpected and perfect name-day gift :).

  4. Cat de frumos este acest poem! Multumesc pentru el. Citindu-l, am vazut deja imaginile care il vor insoti. curand.

  5. My dearest Hajszi,
    you write beautifully...
    I am happy that my image brought back so many tender feelings. And so happy that you came in this world again, to join me.

    Happy birthday! ;)


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